I looked at the POD early this morning through bleary eyes and, instead of flowers, I saw 2 pink flamingoes. I feared the dreaded demon lawn ornaments had been resurrected from the bowels of QJ ancient history.
Funny, sometimes, what the mind chooses to see versus what is really in front of you. I did that once with a Great Horned Owl sitting on a sandy beach island in southern Pickerel. As we approached the island I voiced aloud what I saw. My paddling partner in the bow, a biology teacher no less, then looked and saw what I saw... until we glided within 30 yards of the shore. We both sat there, dumbfounded in silence. Our vision turned out to be a piece of wood that had washed ashore. Unbelievable.
Finally, my bow paddler, broke our stupor, whispering softly, "UH, Jimbo, umm... you don't suppose the guys in the canoes behind us heard what we were saying, do you?"
I'm glad I took a 2nd look later this morning. Another excellent POD, by the way.
Jimbo